I wrote a rather lengthy post earlier today about how hard it is to take kids to Mass, about how my kids are crazy, about how every Sunday I feel like I need a drink or 8 upon leaving Mass and how frustrated I feel that it just isn't getting any easier the more kids we have (go figure!).
Then I did away with it because I was annoying myself and because I feel pretty confident that no one with a 4 and 2 year-old and a baby (or any kids at all for that matter) has a day at the park at Sunday Mass. So I should just shut up, have a drink and thank the Lord my kids are healthy enough to shout "I DO NOT LIKE THE THINGS WE DO AT MASS" in the middle of the consecration.
Because they (or Naomi) did.
And then we did a post-communion bolt because I was honestly more fed up than ever and felt more embarrassed than ever about bringing all three kids and myself and Mike back to our seat pretty close to the front because by that point in the Mass we were all in the narthex.
I did not figure Lucy's new vocal skills into the whole thing and she was "BABABAing" more loudly than ever as a special show for all the new spectators.
Then she slept for a whopping 20 minutes post-Mass and joined me for some outfit pics.
Because sleeping is for chumps and I am tons of fun.
So there you have it: a gap cardigan with a Gabes necklace, mismatched Target flats and TJ Max white tee to leave Mass early.
Now I think I have some children to go feed.
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